Chapter 963

Millie coughed to clear her throat.

“You have a customer. Go take care of them.”

After quickly shooing Grace away, Millie took a deep, calming breath.

Although Grace was young, she was anything but shy or reserved.

After some time, Grace returned, apologizing, “Sorry, I’m swamped right now.

Let’s go shopping once I’m off work.”

As night deepened, the bar’s business picked up. One of the largest establishments in Preagend, it

catered mainly to a middle-class clientele.

Millie patiently awaited Grace, content in her seat.

At that moment, Nancy entered the bar. Her eyes immediately found Millie.

Rosie’s termination and prosecution by the company had left her in dire straits, all because of Millie’s

actions. Rosie’s only intent had been to deal with Millie, and Nancy wanted to do the same.

Nancy’s gaze then caught another familiar face: Rhea, who was nursing a drink alone in a dim corner.

Nancy had heard that Rhea was being hounded by the disabled Darin, a situation that suited her just

fine. It meant that Rhea would not be a rival for Marcus.

After pondering for a moment, Nancy approached Rhea and greeted, “Miss Evans, what a

coincidence!”

Rhea looked up, recognizing the woman. “Nancy?”

Though they were acquainted, they were far from friends. Rhea had little regard for someone as

ordinary as Nancy, who only had a modest talent in design. Rhea believed that with hard work, she

would surpass Nancy without a doubt.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Nancy raised her glass toward Millie and suggested, “Millie’s over there.

Let’s go and propose a toast to her.”

What?

Rhea’s eyes widened, a look of disgust flashing across her face at the mere mention of Millie’s name.

Following Nancy’s gaze, Rhea spotted Millie.

A sneer curled Rhea’s lips.

She decided right then to stir up some trouble for Millie.

At that moment, Millie’s phone rang, displaying an unfamiliar number.